This is the third part of a story about the relationship between a self-confessed voyeur and an exhibitionist who is in denial about this aspect of her character.
This is a transitional chapter dealing with the aftermath of the Bristol party and planning how to encourage our heroine's exhibitionist tendencies, but there is some action albeit not involving our heroine, but an ex-girlfriend of the voyeur with his best friends.
Like most of my stories it is set in and around 1980's Birmingham. There is no social media, no mobile phones and no internet porn. I know the TV programme referenced is a 1983-87 programme, but it always felt like a late seventies/early eighties hangover.
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When David got back to Steve's house after dropping off Trixie, Joanna had joined them for breakfast looking a little hungover. She cheered up when Steve and his housemates complimented her on her dancing and told her that she should do it professionally. Steve also said that it was time someone knocked Max back. Before they left, David went back to the rooms that they had borrowed and tidied them up. He believed in do as you would be done by. He was disappointed that although Joanna had reclaimed the sheet and duvet cover they had brought with them, she had not made the bed.
They set off in the early afternoon and once they got out of Bristol on to the M4 the drive back was easy. They'd agreed beforehand that Joanna would walk back from his house. She did not want to risk Darling Daddy see her being dropped off by three men, especially as she had said that she had been staying over with a new friend Davina. She also said that she wanted to keep the jumpsuit at his house. She would not be wearing it when going out with her friends and she did not want to risk her parents seeing it.
She wanted to speak to him about last night. He asked Dom and Pete to make themselves scarce and he took her into the guest room and made love to her. Afterwards she'd said, "David, we need to talk about last night. I'm sorry for what happened."
He stroked her hair and said, "Look, all that really happened was that you had a great time. You told me at the start that you wanted the best bits of a relationship while keeping the best bits of being single."
"But I humiliated you. I danced like a whore with him and four other men, I made out with him in public and let him play with my breasts in front of twelve drunk men."
"Actually, no you didn't. No one knew I was your boyfriend until the end, so no one was pitying me. It makes me proud that you accept that I am willing to give you the freedom you need. As for the dancing, let's be honest, I'm not bad, but I'm not in Max's league. Max is a far better dancer than I am, and you looked so alive doing that routine with me." He squeezed her nipples as he spoke to her.
"But it was so sexual."
"Torvill and Dean are great dancing on the ice, but they aren't bonking in real life. I knew it was just a performance. If you felt excited, it was because of the reaction of the crowd rather than because of him." One of his hands moved down her body and started playing with her clitoris.
"People saw me with my tits out."
"Well, they're great tits. You should be proud of them. Anyway, it was only at the end, and it made it more effective when you told him that you were with me and that he wasn't getting lucky."
"Are you certain that you're OK about it?"
"Everyone thought how lucky I was to have a girlfriend as hot as you are. Besides which you were enjoying yourself and I trusted you. I don't want to make you feel trapped and judged like Lionel. You can test the boundaries more." He added a finger inside her vagina to the one playing with her clitoris.
"I know, and I appreciate that about you. But I went too far on Saturday."
"You didn't have sex with him, you stopped when you wanted to and made it clear that you wanted only me to make love to you. I'm glad you feel comfortable with your sexuality and were so relaxed on Saturday night."
She blushed, "I'd had quite a lot to drink. Still no more than other nights. I think the fact that I knew no one else at the party besides you, Dom, and Pete made me reckless."
"Let's be honest. The sex we had afterwards was the best I've ever had. If you being a little reckless has that effect, I'm not going to object."
"It was, wasn't it."
He placed her right hand on his erect prick. "Look let's see what you feel comfortable with. If I'm around then you can check whether I'm OK with it or not."
"And if you're not around?"
"Use your judgement. I trust you."
She'd nodded at that and started sucking his prick and in a few minutes she was riding him and imagining Max watching them.
He, Dom, and Pete went to a real ale pub that evening and discussed the events of the last two day over a couple of pints of Bishops Finger. Dom said, "Joanna and you put on a real performance last night. I didn't know that she could be so enthusiastic or that you were so imaginative."
"Her pretending to be Roxanne meant that we were both hornier than normal."
"It was more than that."
"She was turned on by the thought of an audience focused solely on her. I enjoyed the thought of watching her being willingly bonked while I watched. Mind you the thought of being part of an audience helped."
Pete said, "Makes sense. Let's be honest mate, you're a voyeur and she's an exhibitionist."
David had laughed, "I know I am, but who can blame me after watching and listening to you two put on such a good show with the DP girls for the last eighteen months. I'm not certain about Joanna."
"We saw most of that dance with Max. You're not telling me that wasn't sexy and that she wasn't into it. It certainly got Trixie going. If Joanna had been wearing a mini skirt, her knickers would have been off, and his dick would have been inside by the end of the dance, and they'd have done it standing up with her legs around his waist."
"But she wasn't wearing a skirt and she didn't."